A TABLE IN THE WILDERNESS
A Table in the Wilderness Copyright Frances K. Van Mil Things were dull. Sometimes, there are periods in ministry when there is a lull, things are hard, you do not sense any direction from God nor sense anything good happening. We were on a small reserve in Manitoba , living in a tiny, shabby box-like house in, of all places, a lumber yard. Let me tell you about our little shabby boxy house in the lumber yard. Then that will help you to understand why an inexpensive but pretty table could possibly mean so much to me. The house, one of six emergency wartime houses bought for a song by the Wa-Wa-Taik native lumber yard for storage, was small but classic and well-constructed, with two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, and a bedroom, kitchen and long living-dining room area downstairs. There was no basement, but Rien had added on a back porch area for the washer and drier. For